All Chapters of The Luna That Survived : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Bianca’s Point of View I can’t stop glancing at my phone. It is sitting just next to the cutting board, with the screen down, but every time it buzzes I feel my pulse jump like it is trying to claw out of my throat. I continue to stir the sauce, forcing myself to breathe evenly. Just focus on dinner. Breath and calm down. I say, trying to get myself to calm down, then the phone buzzes again. I grab it before I can stop myself and a photo lights up the screen. It looks like documents. Official ones. My breath catches when I recognize the crest at the top, it is the alliance papers. My hands start to shake and my mouth goes dry. The only reason he would send me this is because something is wrong. Another message comes through almost immediately, and I swallow hard. “Do you think this is a joke? Is this supposed to be funny? This is all you could get me? I knew you were useless. Now I have no more need for you. You will be sorry.” My whole body goes cold and the phon

Scott’s Point of View “I guess I am as ready as I will ever be.” She says quietly. “We’re here!” He shouts, bouncing with excitement. I glance over at Sienna. Her hands are still gripping her seatbelt a little too tightly. “Yeah, baby. We are here.” She says, forcing a smile as she turns back to help unbuckle him. She exhales slowly before she opens the door. Aiden is already halfway out of the car and rushing towards the front door. I grab the bags from the back just as the front door swings open and her mother and Ava rush out. “Sienna!” They yell, and the next thing I know, she is wrapped up in both of them, with Aiden caught in the middle, laughing. “Oh, thank the Moon. You are here.” Her mother says, holding her tightly. “Of course I am, Mom. I got here as fast as I could.” Sienna says softly. I hang back, giving them space. This moment isn’t mine. When they finally pull apart, her mother's eyes flick to me. She tilts her head slightly, be

Bianca’s Point of View “Ethan, hold still for two seconds.” I laugh softly, trying to button his tiny cardigan while he squirms in my lap. He lets out a happy squeal and grabs my fingers instead. “That is not helping me at all.” I murmur and my wolf chuckles softly. He is excited. “So am I.” I admit quietly. Today feels normal. Asher promised yesterday that he would take us into town to replace the furniture destroyed during the attack. I had spent most of the morning excitedly making lists and looking through pictures online while Ethan babbled beside me. I smooth Ethan’s curls back before kissing his forehead. “You are going to get spoiled today, mister.” He grins up at me happily. “Look how handsome you are. You look just like your daddy.” I murmur and he smacks his hand against the mirror happily. The words make something twist inside me and my chest tighten as I look at him. My mate's son. Nobody else knows the truth. Not Asher. Not this pack. No one. Bec

Scott’s Point of View One moment I am standing across the street staring at her in disbelief, and the next I am moving towards them fast as pure instinct takes over. Rage, possession, relief and pain all crashes together so violently that I cannot separate any of it anymore. Mine. My mate. After months of searching for her. After months of wondering if she was even real. She is standing right there next to Asher, smiling at him, touching him. The second my fist connects with Asher’s jaw, I know there is no going back. The crack echoes through the square as his head snaps to the side and he stumbles backward slightly. “What the...” He starts, clearly dazed, but I barely hear him. My wolf is roaring too loudly in my head. Mate. Mine. All I can see is my mate standing behind him. Her. The woman I have spent months searching for. The woman who vanished after one night without a trace. The woman I never stopped thinking about. My vision burns red and I lunge at him aga

Bianca’s Point of View “Start talking.” Asher repeats, his voice low and cold. I flinch again, but I nod my head, wiping at the tears rolling down my cheeks. “Okay… Okay.” I whisper, my voice shaky. I swallow hard, my fingers trembling as I twist them together. “The night I met Scott… I wasn’t supposed to be there. I was running.” I say quietly and Scott’s frown deepens. “Running from what?” “From my brother. He... he had made an agreement to sell me to another Alpha. Some old brute from the southern packs. He wanted an alliance and I was his bargaining chip.” My stomach twists and I see everyone tensing slightly, but they don’t interrupt. I take a deep breath before continuing. “I thought if I could just make it to the border, maybe someone would help me. They realized I left and started chasing me. I managed to get away and I made it to a town. I debated on whether to sleep in the forest again, or to get a room in town. I went with the latter. I got myself